Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.